“For all the wrong reasons”, I responded as I lit my cigarette and flicked the still burning match over the edge of the moving train.
“It’s still beautiful”, said James defensively. “Why do you gotta shit on everything I say?”
“Because my friends, family, and everyone that I ever loved is dead.”
James shut up after that. He had a point though. Seeing a city skyline set ablaze from the top of a moving train at sunset had its qualities. It was like nothing I’ve ever seen, actually: deep reds clashing and mashing with bright oranges, embers dancing their way in unison skyward, the sun’s final gasps of light silhouetting the ruined cityscape. It was beautiful. I was sorry for shitting on James’ words.
“Where’s this train headed, anyways?” I said, trying to break the silence.
“Away from this hell”, he replied.
“—and into another.”